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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belly
Belly
Performer
Faris Al-Majed
Faris Al-Majed
Keyboards
Richard Muñoz
Richard Muñoz
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ahmad Balshe
Ahmad Balshe
Composer
Bijan Amirkhani
Bijan Amirkhani
Composer
Sami Hamed
Sami Hamed
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The ANMLS
The ANMLS
Producer
Skinny
Skinny
Producer
Faris Al-Majed
Faris Al-Majed
Recording Engineer
Mixx
Mixx
Mixing Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jose Ivan Jimenez
Jose Ivan Jimenez
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Bijan Amirkhani
Bijan Amirkhani
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I put a million in the sock drawer
That's why I never got cold feet
She put her face in the kilo
Bitch, I told you, keep it low key
Throwin' money, tell her go deep (Go deep)
The Devil buyin', but they givin' up they souls free (Wow)
Thousand dollar aged steak, fuck my old beefs (Fuck 'em)
For dessert, I ate your pussy with my gold teeth (Mmm)
I was rollin', I hit her, and said I think I love her (I love you)
By the time she hit me back, I had a different number (What? Wait)
All this "Purple Rain" got me thinkin' of her
But she never satisfied, like Prince's mother (Overzealous)
[Verse 2]
Okay, I'm trippin', that's the psychedelics
Imagine walkin' on the moon and lettin' Michael tell it
See, they don't really care about us and they spiteful, jealous (Yeah)
Now, tell me why the days depress us, but the nights compel us (Huh)
Thought I was gone, they was wrong, they assume (Assume)
I guess somebody got me exhumed, you fuckin doomed (Doomed)
You silver spoon goons, since they let you out the womb
I rose from the tomb, turned coffin to cocoon (Uh)
The tension so thick in the room
Revenge so cold, got you feelin' like it's Christmas in June
And it's sweet, reverse the roles, you be lickin the spoon
But you occupied with all that fuckin' dick you consume
[Verse 3]
The flow is sassafras, I had to razzmatazz the wrist
Immigrant, I'm what happens if Aladdin had some bricks
Jasmine had a pimp, ride a magic carpet with the tints
Diamond in the rough, over pressure that I underwent
In the lab again, I'm back to lappin' rappers in this labyrinth
I'm snappin' back, like Bobby Backlund, I'm on batch again (I am)
Me comin' back is not an accident (It's not)
Shit, I don't ever gotta rap again
Numb to it, I'm gettin' money just to run through it
I don't even gotta thumb through it, if I come to it
Hoo, she hear the money, and she cum to it (Brr)
I don't eat the pussy, I just hum to it (Hum to it)
Written by: Ahmad Balshe, Bijan Amirkhani, Faris Al-Majed, Richard Muñoz, Sami Hamed
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